chris argent (argent) wrote in portland_logs, @ 2014-10-07 19:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, chris argent |
Who: Chris & Allison
Where: Argent Household
When: Tuesday, Evening
What: Chris be drinkin', he be drinkin'
Status: Ongoing
Warnings: None, maybe
It was already dark when he pulled into the drive way, Chris remaining inside of his vehicle as he turned the ignition off, sitting there in the darkness, consumed by his worries that included Allison and his sister. The small trip up into the mountains to locate wolfs bane hadn’t gone accordingly to plan as he couldn’t find any. He didn’t know if it would even work on Kate but he had to try something despite not fully understanding what she was. What Chris did know was that she was dangerous and apparently she was after Scott, perhaps even his entire pack. Despite not being on speaking terms with the werewolf he wouldn’t allow his sister to hurt him or his friends.
After a few minutes of silence Chris went inside, his travel bag carried over his shoulder with his weapons bag carried with his other hand. He didn’t know where Allison was, his eyes moving down the hall that lead to the bedrooms, almost calling out to her until he bit his tongue. He decided to leave her be for now if she was home, his body turning to head inside the living room instead where his luggage was discarded for the time being, leaving it there to be put away at a later time.
Chris didn’t consider himself a heavy drinker but sometimes he pulled out the good stuff from the cupboard when he needed it. The bottle of scotch he had kept had been bought a few nights after he arrived because Chris thought he would need it after discovering that his daughter was alive. He hadn’t gotten to it though, having been too distracted by other things to actually pour himself a drink until now.
Not wanting to drink it warm, Chris got a drinking glass and some ice, pouring just a little bit of the alcoholic beverage to take a quick drink, the burn that hit his belly making him tremble as he poured himself a glass full this time, letting it sit there to allow some of the ice to melt.
Swirling the alcohol and ice inside of the cup, Chris allowed his mind to wander to better times, to memories of his wife, to Allison when she was a child who was so tiny and full of energy. He missed Victoria so much that there were days where he caught himself feeling the dull ache of her loss as if it was happening all over again.
Allison filled his empty heart and when he almost lost her again he felt himself go crazed. He knew, deep down, that his actions were selfish ones. He was selfish human being and he felt he had the right to be because he had lost so much for no reason at all – his wife and his daughter were taken from him, so tragically and too soon. While Chris had one of them back it didn’t change how he previously felt. It didn’t take away the memories of pain. How could it?
He was too proud to apologize. Chris was a man of his word and he felt that he had disgraced himself by pushing Scott and the others to follow his lead when all he was doing was leading them to death. They understood while some of them didn’t. Some of them followed Chris blindly while the rest decided to keep themselves at arm’s length. They were the smart ones. Maybe if Chris listened Isaac wouldn’t have almost been killed, maybe Scott’s beta would be okay. Maybe none of this would have happened.